Just before Thanksgiving of 2009 (I know, I know, I sit on these photos like crazy) Jesse, Evelyn, Franklin and I spent almost two weeks in the Bahamas. The short of it is that Evelyn and Jesse planned it all, got a sweet yellow house on the beach and let Franklin and I crash their romantic getaway. Sun, sand, warm water and crazy sunsets included. The only catch? The small island of Spanish Wells, on which our narrative takes place, is dry. And I don't mean lacking in water, with which it's surrounded, but dry in the 18th Amendment sort of way ie. nary a beer or drop of rum in sight. The island was also for the most part filled with churchgoing folk left over from the Loyalist days who tended to close up shop by 4 pm on the regular and were most certainly not open on Sundays. Still, such hurdles only served to make us more cunning and we quickly learned to stockpile hooch from mainland Eleuthera (a short water-taxi ride away), pick-up armloads of takeaway from Norma's and plan our fish, crab and lobster dinners in advance. Strangely, the driveway known as "Papa Scoop's Soft-Serve Ice-Cream Stand" stayed open well into the night, providing good reason to take a drunken golf cart ride in the dark. Yeah, it sounds bougie as all hell, but don't believe it. This is us, remember? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Part 1
Jet to Miami to Nassau---Twin prop to Eleuthera---Taxi to Ferry to Spanish Wells---Exploration of our tiny island
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Kayak adventure to a tinier island---First glimpse of the conch
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Day trip to mainland Eleuthera---Gray skies---Drinks at a bar
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Like any good voyage, we are only halfway through...Part 2 coming soon.